Sword of Autumn Wind

In a world hanging by a thread, where fragile order crumbles under the weight of arrogance, an empire's ambition reignites the catastrophes of a forgotten age. 
Ancient souls, long slumbering, awaken to a realm haunted by echoes of castles and towers, consumed by lust, betrayal, and bloodshed. 
Amid the chaos, mysterious cards—relics of a bygone era—stir with untold power, weaving the threads of magic and fate. 
As the past and present collide, an inevitable doom looms on the horizon, drawing ever closer with each passing moment!

Knights and Magic Wand

The candlelight flickers in the fortified room.


Olivia softly thanked Treya, watching her take away the empty plate she had finished, then stretched lazily before pulling out the magic guidebook she always carried to pass the time.


Although she had flipped through this Felu language primer written by Miss Lola for Leon countless times, the strange ancient knowledge and secrets within still intrigued Olivia.


The end of the continent... the depths of the ocean... and above the skies... the Void Star Realm farther than the heavens...


... The sun of Mosela... the Moon Land...


The giant dragons that ruled the world for long ages in the ancient times.


The powerful and long-lived Isulan people, travelers from beyond the world.


The Helarnian people born from stone spirits.


The Lorelettians who unraveled the mysteries of magic.


The Floresians, a mix of humans and dragons.


Countless knowledge expanded the world in the young girl's heart to a vast realm once unimaginable.


Chapter 275: Sharpening the Blade in Preparation